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"You know," continued Riddell, sitting upon the table and talking as familiarly as though he were in his own study, "I'd rather like if among us we could pull Welch's up a bit before the end of the term. It seems rather a shame, for instance, we didn't have a boat on the river these races, and that there's not a single Welcher in the first eleven." "It's a beastly shame!" said Philpot.
The juniors of Welch's were, take them altogether, a rather more rowdy lot than the juniors of either of the two other houses, or, indeed, than those of both the other houses put together. Somehow Welch's was always the rowdy house of Willoughby.
On the morning and at the moment when Mary Hennessey was pushing open the scullery door of the house in Welch's Court, and was about to come upon the body of the forlorn old man lying there in his night-dress, Richard sat eating his breakfast in a silent and preoccupied mood. He had retired very late the previous night, and his lack-lustre eyes showed the effect of insufficient sleep.
Even Welch's caught the contagion, and regretted at the last hour that they had withdrawn from the all-important contest. As to the other two Houses, there never had been a year when the excitement ran so high or the rivalry grew so keen. Somehow the entire politics of Willoughby appeared to be mixed up in the contest, and it seemed as if the result of this one struggle was to decide everything.
Better go backwards; start at yesterday." Telson took the precious volume solemnly and began, frequently interrupted by the protests of the author, and more frequently by the laughter of his audience. "Rose at 6:13. Time forbad to shave down in the Big. N.B. The world is big, I am small in the world, I sawest Riddell who is now in Welch's playing cricket with the little boys.
I hoped that nothing would come of it, but I might have known better. When the redskins begin to stir there's sure to be mischief before they're quiet again." The color had somewhat left Mr. Welch's cheeks as the hunter spoke. "This is bad news, indeed, Pearson," he said gravely. "Are you sure about the attack on the Brents?" "Sartin sure," the hunter said.
"Ah," said Wyndham, who amid all his recent troubles could never forget that he was a second-eleven man. "Ah, I heard the juniors' match was to come off. What day is it to be?" "Thursday." "Oh, I must come and have a look at you. Is Welch's going to win?" "Going to try, and I fancy we're pretty fair. They've been lazy, you know, in Parrett's, and so we get a pull there.
"No, but I heard him; he was playing on the flute at his chamber window, or near it. He always plays on the flute when he can't sleep." "What o'clock was that?" "It must have been after eleven." "Your stroll was confined to the end of the town most remote from Welch's Court?" "Yes, I just cruised around on the outskirts." "I wish you had spoken with somebody that night."
It was the key of a new lock which had been put on the scullery door of the house in Welch's Court. Richard's heart gave a quick throb. There at least was a temporary refuge; he would go there and wait until it was time for him to surrender himself to the officers. It appeared to Richard that he was nearly a year reaching the little back yard of the lonely house.
For the last twelve months there had been a cessation of ordinary courtesies between the two cousins. They now passed each other on the street without recognition. A year previously Mr. Shackford had fallen ill, and Richard, aware of the inefficient domestic arrangements in Welch's Court, had gone to the house out of sheer pity.
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